The apple tree bloomed in May with tiny white blossoms. A gentle breeze picked up the scent and tossed peddles into the air. By the end of May the grass became a white carpet. In June small green fists of fruit hung from a multitude of branches. A summer storm shook all the round unripened fruit to the ground. The apple tree rotted from inside out and became a hollow center encircled by curling dark brown bark.
Oil painting on canvas board Peggy M. Flatley 1964